She spoke with evident awkwardness.

"That's the trouble.

Is it too late?
Deborah's thirty-one, you know, and she has lived her life so hard.

The sooner she gives up her school the better for her chances." The face of her father clouded.
"Look here," he said uneasily, "I wouldn't go talking to her--quite along those lines, my dear." "I'm not such an idiot," she replied.

"She thinks me homely enough as it is.